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Cassie and Wendy Find a Maid Author's Note: I decided Cassie and Wendy (from Meteor Strike) needed more than their brief appearance in that story. Seemed like I could make several people happy with this! I hope you enjoy it. Cassie woke up Saturday morning feeling a bit depressed. She had spent the previous night trawling the bars looking for someone to bring home for some sexual calisthenics but nobody that she found interesting enough was available, and the ones that were available were of no interest to her. When she got home Wendy was already deep asleep and she didn't want to wake her so she went to her own bed and worked herself to orgasm with a "friend" from her toy box and passed out naked. When she woke the next morning she crawled out of bed and went to her dresser. She grabbed a pair of gray shorts that exposed most of the bottom of her bottom and paired that with a torn off t-shirt that barely covered her nipples, exposing as much of the bottom of her breasts as her shorts exposed her butt. She went to the kitchen, grabbed an orange for her breakfast, and then plopped down in the living room to watch the morning news. When people met Cassie and Wendy they assumed they were over-sexed bimbos. While they were right about their insatiable sexual appetites, they were wrong about being bimbos as both girls were quite intelligent and well informed. "No luck last night?" came Wendy's voice as she emerged from her room. "No," Cassie grumbled back. "Well, it doesn't happen that often," Wendy tried to cheer her. "I'm sure you'll do better the next time." Cassie looked up as Wendy entered the room. "Wow!" Cassie gaped. "What are you doing all dressed up on a Saturday morning? Is that new?" "I have to go into the office for a while," Wendy explained. "Yes, I bought this last night while you were out." "Come over here." Cassie sat up a bit. Wendy moved toward the couch where Cassie sat. She was wearing a tan miniskirt that flared out dramatically. She had on a white blouse and bra that was easily seen through it. "Who are you fucking there?" Cassie asked taking the hem of the skirt in her fingers testing the fabric. "My boss," Wendy admitted. "He needed me in to do help with some reports for a big meeting Monday morning. I decided to get a little treat while I was at it." "I'd say so," Cassie commented lifting Wendy's skirt to see the small scrap of pink fabric that disappeared into her pussy. "Why bother wearing anything under the skirt, those don't do any good. And if it is a little treat, why go through the bother. You could probably go in sweats and get him." "First of all." Wendy hesitated as Cassie's fingers started tracing the little G-string she wore. "Um, oh, first, even a little bit of something is sexy, you know that. Another thing, he really isn't that little. It was just an expression. Although after that guy I brought home that night that had a Billy club for a cock, everything seems little." "Oh, yeah, him," Cassie mused as her finger ventured inside Wendy's wet pussy. "Last of all," Wendy went on leaning on the couch to maintain her balance, "he is worth the effort. Good guy, I told him right off the sex was a bonus that I expected only those things I earned through work. "OK, damn it, I'm going to be late." Wendy swung her leg over Cassie and watched as Cassie's head disappeared under her skirt. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Cassie's tongue and fingers as they worked her magic on her. After Wendy had reached orgasm a couple times she moved away from Cassie's face. "Have a nice day at work," Cassie said as she wiped her mouth. "I wish we had a guy here that I could jump when I want a cock." Wendy bent and kissed Cassie on the mouth, "Nice, but they get jealous when you bring other cocks around. And you know you get bored with just one." She flipped the edge of Cassie's t-shirt up and kissed her nipple. "I know," Cassie moaned. "Sure you don't have time to go back to bed with me." "No, sorry, I'm late as it is," Wendy stood up and did a quick turn so that her skirt spread out giving Cassie a look at her bare ass. "I'll see you around dinner time. Maybe we can find you a cock tonight. Maybe one for each of us." Wendy left and Cassie went back to watching the TV brooding over her frustration. She sucked on her fingers as she watched the news. * - * - * Wendy came back home and found Cassie in the kitchen putting together a salad for dinner. She was now wearing a skin-tight blue mini-dress. "Going hunting again tonight, eh," she commented as she passed through to her bedroom. "Yeah," she answered. "How was the boss?" "Terrific," Wendy called back. "we got a lot done for the meeting with enough time to get us done too." Wendy came back into the room now wearing a red dress, longer than Cassie's but still short. "Is there enough for me to have some?" "Absolutely," Cassie answered as she pulled salad from the bowl and on to two plates. They sat at their table and Wendy poured them each a glass of wine. "So," Wendy started, "what have you decided to do tonight? Looking for mister right or mister right now?" "I thought it might be nice to have someone who would do cooking, cleaning and maybe run errands for us," Cassie told her between bites. "Then, as a bonus, he gets to have us when we like." "So you want to hire a maid. And isn't that a bit vain thinking some guy will just be ready for us any time we want to suck a cock or get screwed?" Wendy asked. "You think we need two?" Cassie asked and grinned. "You are terrible," Wendy laughed. "But yes, a maid," Cassie went back to the subject. "I hate cleaning and doing laundry and all. I know you don't care much for it either. Between us I bet we could pay a decent salary. Along with room and board he could do pretty well." "You planning on putting him in a little maid's uniform too?" Wendy joked. "That might not be a bad idea," Cassie agreed. "You know how I like you walking around here in a skirt." "I was joking," Wendy returned. "And I like you in a skirt as you know. But what man that is worth getting worked up for is going to go for that arrangement?" "It takes all kinds to make up the world," Cassie stated. "Can't hurt to look." They jumped on the computer and started searching for pictures of men in maid's uniforms. They were surprised they found so many. They broadened their search to men in dresses and found tons of images. They realized that there really were all sorts making up this world. "There are some good looking guys out there willing to wear a dress," Wendy conceded. "Yes there are," Cassie nodded. "But that isn't the first criteria. If the guy is going to be here all the time, I want to be able to have a decent conversation with him when he isn't busy. We can be picky." "If you say so," Wendy exited the browser and shutdown the computer. "I guess it can't hurt to look." They walked out to go on the hunt, Cassie feeling more confident than Wendy. They went to a club that wasn't a normal hangout for them. They knew most of the guys in their usual haunt and none of them would go for what they were looking for. It didn't really matter though; when closing time came around they left together with nobody in tow. They went home feeling a bit defeated. "I can't believe we couldn't find someone to come home with us," Cassie whined. "That's two nights in a row." "Don't whine!" Wendy lifted her head from Cassie's pussy. "You know I hate that. You have to have patience, especially for what we are looking for." "I know," Cassie reached down and pushed Wendy's head back into her lap to continue her work. "Toward the end I was just trying to find someone who would come home with us for the night. I can't believe we came up empty again." Cassie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She let herself focus on enjoying Wendy's efforts. There was plenty of time to resolve their cock shortage. * - * - * A week went by and still Cassie was no closer to finding what she was looking for. She had a rough week at work unable to concentrate on her job. She was not accustomed to failure. Wendy tried to help but neither of them was getting anywhere. She needed to clear her head. And what did she do when she needed to clear her head? She shopped! She dressed up in a casual dress, almost knee-length, and drove off to the mall. She window shopped for a while trying to decide what she wanted to look for. What would please her the most and make her feel better for a while? She browsed through a lingerie shop but left without making a purchase. She wandered into a shoe store, still not what she was looking for. She wandered into one of the major cornerstone stores and browsed the perfumes and jewelry on the way through to the ladies clothes. She wandered in and out of the racks looking for something that just grabbed her attention but nothing spoke to her. She was becoming more frustrated. She wandered over to the nightgowns. As she fingered through a selection of silk nightshirts she noticed a guy nervously looking through the panties. He seemed to catch sight of her and quickly walked away. Cassie thought about it for a moment and decided to wander off to a different section and look at the dresses there. From this vantage point she could still see back where the panties were displayed. After a few minutes she saw the guy edging his way back toward the lingerie. He glanced around nervously and Cassie moved to be sure he wouldn't see her watching him. At last he looked down as he began searching the panties again. Cassie moved quickly around, she could see he was nervous and probably wouldn't stay there very long. She wanted to engage him before he had a chance to run off again. He looked nice, what a lot of girls would describe as having potential. He had on jeans, sneakers and a plaid button shirt and they appeared to be clean. He was clean shaven, his hair a bit on the long side and not combed particularly well. Somewhat on the skinny side, he didn't appear to spend too much time in the gym either. Not the sort of guy Cassie or Wendy typically brought home from the bars but this wasn't going to be a one and done kind of guy. There were more important things to consider here. Cassie moved between racks of clothes until she was by the wall behind the guy. She moved further until she stepped from behind a rack of bras to within a couple feet of the guy. He jumped realizing someone had gotten so close and dropped a couple pair of panties he had in his hand. He started to walk away. "You know," Cassie spoke quickly, "those are nice but these are a better quality. They are a little more expensive but they are worth it." "Thanks," he mumbled and continued to move away. "Are they for a girl friend or for you?" Cassie didn't look up when she said it. She continued to go through the pile as though she was looking for something for herself. He hesitated clearly conflicted as to whether to run away or stay. Slowly he came back toward the display. "Um, well, um," he stammered. "It's ok," Cassie went on keeping her voice light, no accusation. "I think if I were a guy I'd like to wear things like this. I mean it feels so good next to my skin. Why wouldn't you?" She looked up and smiled. The guy moved closer to Cassie and looked at a pair of panties she held. They were a shiny leopard print with some white lace but he couldn't tell much else except it wasn't a thong, too much material. "Is this the first time you've bought panties for yourself?" Cassie asked now looking at him directly. "No," he practically whispered. "Second time." He smiled nervously. "I was out of town the last time." "Were you planning on stealing them? After all, you are going to have to see someone at the check-out," Cassie asked. "No," he shook his head. "I am going to pay for them. I figured if I got the nerve to pick some up I could get through the check-out as long as there wasn't a line." "I'll tell you what," Cassie offered. "I'll take care of the check-out if you have a drink with me." "Really," he unconsciously pulled back. "Why would you want to have a drink with me? You look too beautiful to be interested in me." "Maybe I won't be after the drink," Cassie tossed the panty back onto the pile. "Then again, maybe I will. You are interesting enough for me to find out. "Now, what size do you wear? Let's see if we can get you some nice underwear. And how much were you planning on spending?" "Size 7, I think. And about $20 to $30," he moved closer to start inspecting again. "OK," Cassie grabbed a handful of panties and started looking at tags tossing out ones that were the wrong size and examining those that were. "Oh, by the way, my name is Cassie. I think if I am going to help you pick out your panties the least I should know your name." "Brad." "OK, Brad, what do you think of these?" she held up a pair of purple bikini panties. He reached over and felt the fabric. "I like those." "OK, we have a starting place." She set them aside and they went on until they had found several pair to Brad's liking. Cassie held the panties and approached the check-out counter with Brad following close behind. She dropped the pile on the counter and exchanged pleasantries with the cashier. The girl behind the counter scanned each of the tags and gave her the total. "Oh, dear," Cassie exclaimed as she looked through her purse. "It looks like my wallet fell out in the car. Brad, do you have any money on you?" "Oh," Brad jumped no knowing what she had planned. "Yeah, here." He dug two twenties out of his pocket and handed them to her. "Thank you," Cassie transferred the money from Brad to the cashier, then returned the change to him. "And thank you," to the cashier. She picked up the small bag and headed to the exit back into the mall with Brad trailing her heels. "So, about that drink," Cassie handed the bag over to Brad as they walked along. "There is a bar down the next hall. Still up for talking?" "Absolutely," Brad was starting to come to life. He was standing a bit taller now and had switched the bag trying to carry it like there was nothing particular inside it. They walked the hall in silence and when they got to the bar Cassie pointed to a table away from the other patrons where they would have some privacy. He went to the table while she went and ordered a beer for him and a glass of wine for herself. After paying for the drinks she brought them back to the table. "OK," Cassie began as she took a seat across the table from Brad. "First thing, are you in a relationship? Any girl friends or boy friends?" "No, and NO," Brad looked around. "I'm not gay. I just like wearing some special things from time to time." "Nothing wrong with that, or being gay, or not gay," Cassie chuckled a bit. "Everyone has something to offer. Variety is the spice of life you know. But, at least I know you like girls. That is a good start." "I really don't know what I am doing here. And why someone as pretty as you want to talk to me," Brad continued to look around nervously. "Please relax," Cassie tried to soothe him. "We'll talk for a bit and maybe we'll want to spend more time together. If not, then you can go about your business and I will go about mine. Maybe someday we'll bump into each other again." "OK, I'll try," Brad took a deep drink of his beer and leaned on the table. "Do you work?" Cassie asked. "Yeah, I hold down some shifts at a liquor store over on State Street. I hope to find something better but don't know what yet. I want to write." "Write?" Cassie was intrigued. "Like for newspapers or magazines?" "Actually I want to try and be a novelist," Brad was starting to get into the conversation. "I got my Bachelors in English so I know how to write, I just need to find out what I want to write. I need life experiences. My life growing up wasn't anything special so I need something else to find my inspiration." "Was today inspiring?" Cassie prodded. "Nobody is going to be interested in that sort of thing," Brad drained his beer. "You would be surprised," Cassie laughed. "My girlfriend and I were looking for something last week and stumbled on a website that was a collection of stories about people into every manner of cross-dressing, forced and voluntary, sissies, etc. I mean some of the stories were really erotic. I was surprised. Perhaps you could start writing some short stories about that. Get your style refined, find a voice." "I'll have to check that out, I guess," Brad moved the bag by his hand a little. "Let me buy us this round." Cassie nodded and Brad went for the drinks. While he was gone she pondered what she had miraculously stumbled across. Here was a guy who was working a crappy job, the places on State were not the nicest places to walk into, and he wanted to find new life experiences. He seemed nice enough and was pretty good looking over all. Brad returned with fresh drinks and sat in his seat. He was moving much more comfortably now, clearly feeling that he wasn't being set up. "How do you feel about cleaning and cooking?" Cassie asked as he sat back down. "Probably like most people, a necessary evil," he sipped his new beer. "What if I said I was looking for someone who would do the cooking and cleaning for my girlfriend and me? A regular live-in maid." "Maid?" he glanced at the bag on the table. "Is that why you helped me?" "Honestly? Yes," Cassie leaned back sipping her wine. "Wendy, my girlfriend, and I were talking about how nice it would be to have a man around the house. We both work and hate doing the cleaning and cooking. During the discussion we thought it would be really nice if that man were to like wearing skirts and dresses around the house. Frankly, I was beginning to think I wouldn't find anyone that would fit all the parameters I wanted. Intelligence is high among them; I don't want some idiot in my place every day. Bringing one home once in a while is ok because they leave before I get tired of them. "You would be responsible for keeping the place clean, and preparing all our meals. You don't have to wear a maid's uniform though you are welcome to if you like, but we would like you to wear a skirt or dress most of the time. For that you live with us, we provide food and will give you $1000 to purchase clothes at the start and after that you maintain your own wardrobe. We'll also pay you $300 a week to start. "That is all we are paying for. Beyond that, you should expect a large amount of sexual harassment," Cassie smiled. "We could hire a cleaning woman if we weren't looking for something more than that. But, we will write up an official contract with the terms, we will leave the clothing for uniforms ambiguous, with termination terms and all. If things don't work out we won't just turn you out, we'll be sure you are taken care of for a brief time so you can get a new job and place to live. "So, what do you think?" Brad sat there for several minutes trying to digest everything he had just been told. He didn't believe what he was hearing. He glanced over at the bag of panties sitting on the table. He looked Cassie in the eye and held it for a couple seconds. She just smiled back at him. "You've mentioned your girlfriend, Wendy?" Cassie nodded, "a couple times. Is she your roommate? Girlfriend girlfriend? What?" "I told you before, variety is the spice of life," Cassie grinned. "Of course you can meet her before we agree to anything. As a matter of fact, if you are considering it, why don't we go to my place and see her?" They finished their drinks, Cassie gave Brad directions and they left. * - * - * Cassie walked into the apartment and wondered if Brad would be showing up. Wendy came out of her room and before she could say anything there was a knock on the door. Cassie cocked an eyebrow and gave her a smile as she turned to open the door. "I guess I found it," Brad spoke as he entered the room. Cassie pushed the door closed behind him. "Brad," Cassie started the introductions, "this is Wendy. Wendy, Brad. He may be interested in filling the position we've been talking about." "You're kidding," Wendy looked at Cassie, "you actually found someone willing to go along with that idea?" "You aren't backing out, are you?" Cassie turned to her ignoring Brad. "Oh, no, I just never really thought you would find someone," Wendy eyed Brad up and down. "What qualifies him?" "Well, he has a crap job at a liquor store, Bachelor's degree in English which he wants to use to become a writer, and I found him buying panties at the mall." "Really?" Wendy smiled looking back at Brad. "What about the rest?" "I explained how things would be working. He's here so he apparently has decided to try it out. Oh, he wanted to see you first before he would give me a decision." "Well, I think I'd like to see him too," Wendy stared directly into Brad's eye. "Well, hi," Brad shifted on his feet, still just a couple feet from the door. "I can't believe you two would have any trouble getting a guy to do anything. You are both amazing looking." "Come on into the living room," Wendy led the way to the couch and sat, Cassie sat next to her. Before Brad could take a seat she stopped him. "Drop your pants?" "What?" Brad looked at them both. "Is he wearing panties now?" Wendy asked Cassie. "I have no idea, we haven't gotten that far." Cassie leaned back on the couch and let her hand drape on Wendy's thigh raising her skirt just a bit. They both saw the subtle shift in Brad's jeans and smiled. "Go ahead, Brad," Cassie urged. "Drop them. Let's see what we'll be seeing." Nervously Brad unbuckled his pants then unbuttoned and unzipped them pushing them to the floor. He wasn't wearing panties, but white boxers with thin vertical stripes. Without the tight jeans holding him, the boxers stood out away from his body. Wendy licked her lips without being aware she was doing it. Cassie's hand crept higher up Wendy's thigh. Taking a breath Brad pushed the boxers to the floor. When he stood back up so did his cock. He had nothing to be bashful about, it was a decent size, not too big, definitely not too small. "Come here," Wendy cooed. Brad shuffled closer with his jeans around his ankles. When he was close enough Wendy reached up and ran her fingers up and down his shaft. He shivered at her touch. He looked down at her and saw that Cassie's hand was completely under Wendy's skirt and was stroking her pussy. With her free hand Cassie reached over and started rolling his balls across her fingers. Wendy leaned forward and bent his cock down toward her face. Then she sucked the head into her mouth. Cassie leaned close to Wendy and kissed her neck. Wendy pulled her head back and pushed the cock to Cassie's mouth which she sucked in quickly. "Oh, God," Brad moaned. They continued to trade back and forth until he couldn't contain himself any longer. He came first in Cassie's mouth and she greedily accepted his initial offering. Then she quickly shifted him over to Wendy's waiting mouth. When she was certain there was nothing left she let his withering organ leave her mouth and turned and kissed Cassie sharing what she had harvested. Brad stood there watching them. Wendy's skirt was well up over her hips. Her green panties pulled to the side with two of Cassie's fingers buried inside her. He wanted to fuck her but he had nothing left. Wendy broke from the kiss and leaned back moaning. Cassie continued working her fingers until Wendy arched her back and dropped back onto the couch. Cassie rearranged Wendy's panties and pulled her skirt down then sat back and licked off her fingers. "Well," Cassie asked. "Think you want the job? Wendy and I just discussed it and think you'll do just fine." "Just fine," Wendy added weakly with a giggle. "Oh, you can pull your pants back up," Cassie added. "This will be so much easier when you are wearing a skirt." Brad fumbled at the clothes around his ankles but managed to get everything back into place. "Will it always be like this?" Brad asked. "Oh, no," Cassie assured him. "Some days it will be me, other days Wendy, sometimes we will want to be fucked. Both of us, one of us, neither of us if we aren't in the mood." Brad gaped unable to believe what he was hearing. "And you are going to pay me for this?" he asked. "No, of course not," Wendy was getting her senses back. "We are paying you to clean, cook and run errands when we need them run. Consider this a perk." Brad swallowed. "Yeah, sure, ok! Where do I sign?" "We'll need a few days to get things in order," Cassie stood up and brushed out her skirt. "You need to give your current employer some notice. I hope you aren't the sort of person that would leave someone in the lurch." "No, of course not," Brad shook his head. "I'll give him two weeks' notice. Same with my apartment, it is a hole anyway, they won't care. "By the way, where will I sleep?" "We are going to have to figure that out," Wendy answered. "Sometimes with me, sometimes with Cassie, sometimes alone if we are sleeping together. At least that seems to be the way it looks now. We'll see what we can arrange if this looks like it will last for a while." "Once we get the contracts written up," Cassie went on, "we'll have you sign them and then we will give you the signing bonus. You will have until you start to get a wardrobe as we discussed. When you are in this apartment, you will wear a dress or skirt during your waking moments. You should probably pick up some nightgowns as well." "OK," Brad started looking around. "Problem?" Wendy asked. "I just don't know about shopping," Brad confessed. "If Cassie hadn't helped me today I don't know that I would have been able to go through with it." "Another thing we will have to work out before you come to work here," Cassie nodded. "Nothing you can do until we are ready with the documents." Brad thanked them both and gave them his phone number. They let him out and after the door was closed embraced and kissed. "I think this was a brilliant idea," Wendy whispered into Cassie's ear. "It will be well worth the money," Cassie whispered back. * - * - * A week later Brad came by the apartment. They went over the contract which was fair to everyone involved. One section indicated that Brad was expected to be in uniform at all times while on the job within the confines of the residence. After discussion they all signed it. "If you will go into the bathroom, you will find a few dresses of different sizes. Go try them on and see which one fits the best," Cassie commanded. Brad went to the bathroom and with shaking hands looked through the dresses. He stripped down to the panties he had decided to wear that day under his regular clothes. He didn't know if today would go the same as the interview but he wanted to be prepared. He was very hopeful. He tried on the dresses one by one and much like the three bears this one was to tight, this one too loose, and this one fit just right. He decided he should show his new employers and went back to the dining room. His hands shook as we reached for the doorknob; he hadn't ever worn a dress in front of anyone before. "Very nice," Wendy commented as he entered the room. "Which size was the winner," Cassie asked. "This is a size 12," he did a spin so they could see it fit properly. The dress was short of course, reaching to mid-thigh. It was a tank dress that flared just below the hip. "OK, good," Cassie nodded. "That will give to some good choices. It looks like you chose to wear panties today! Show us." Brad turned and lifted the back of his dress showing a beige bikini cut panty with a shiny finish, a thin line of lace bordered the waist. "Oh, come on," Wendy prodded, "show us the other side." Brad faced them and lifted dress again. They smiled seeing the clear image of his erect penis straining against the fabric. "Oh, yes," Cassie grinned. "That is just what I am looking for. You can put your dress down." "How long have you been cross-dressing?" Wendy asked. "Well, I got into my mom's things a bit as a kid and teenager," Brad sat in one of the chairs carefully placing his hands in his lap. He briefly thought it funny he was being careful since he had just been standing there with his dress up around his hips but he didn't want to be vulgar. "Also, I lived with a girl for a year and some of her things fit me. Cassie caught me trying to buy something for myself which I had only done once before while out of town. This is the first time anyone has seen me like this." "Well, I think you look nice," Wendy assured him. "You might think about getting rid of some of the extra body hair now that you'll be dressing like this every day. I think you'll like the feeling." "Alright," Cassie interjected. "You can move in next weekend. I will have about a dozen skirts and dresses ready for you. I'll deduct the cost of them from the $1000 I promised to get you started. After that, you'll be responsible for buying your own clothes. By the way, what size shoes do you wear?" "An 8 usually," Brad looked as his bare feet. "OK, I'll pick up a size 10 for you and see if that works. Dresses look better when the feet are in heels," Cassie grinned. "So that does it for me until next week." Brad nodded and stood to go put his own clothes on. "Oh, I'm not done," Wendy stopped him. "Come with me." She stood and took him by the hand leading him to the bedroom. Cassie watched them disappear through the door. She sat there for a few minutes thinking and then decided to join them. She walked to the open door and saw Brad was already pumping away on top of Wendy. Her dress pulled up over her stomach, his flapping back and forth between his legs with the motion. She reached under her skirt and removed her panties, then opened her blouse. Lifting her skirt she straddled Wendy's face facing Brad and pushed her pussy onto Wendy's mouth. She pulled Brad's face onto her breast. Almost as soon as Brad took Cassie's nipple into his mouth he exploded into Wendy. He continued trying to lick and fuck until he couldn't keep up any longer. He rolled off to the side trying to catch his breath. Cassie immediately dropped forward into the 69. Brad lay there watching them until they rolled apart. "I definitely like being fucked by a guy in a dress," Wendy groaned. "It tickles my legs while it moves." "I'm sure I'll get a chance," Cassie grinned. Brad got up and retrieved his discarded panties from the floor. He retreated to the bathroom and after cleaning up dressed in the clothes he wore to the apartment. He put the dress back on the hanger and then returned to the bedroom. Wendy and Cassie hadn't moved yet, they still laid there Wendy's bald pussy, Cassie's pussy with its little patch of hair and large tits exposed to him. He could feel his cock trying to respond to the view before him. "I hung the dress back up in the bathroom apart from the ones that didn't fit," Brad told them. "Thank you," Cassie looked up. "I'll return the others when I go shopping next week for your uniforms." "I'll see you next weekend," he said and left. * - * - * Brad moved in. He had a small dresser in Cassie's closet. He boxed up most of his male clothes and stored them since he wouldn't be wearing them very often, just when he went to the store or something. He found the clothes that Cassie bought him and found space in multiple closets. It would be a challenge having his things scattered throughout the place but figured they would probably reorganize once they were sure things would work out. Once he was done moving his meager belongings in he picked out a black leather miniskirt and red blouse and went out to get instructions on the cleaning and cooking. They all sat and discussed everything and when they finished Brad went to work. It was easy duty and the place was small enough that he was able to finish things up in just a few hours. He was beginning to wonder how he was going to stay busy every day. The girls couldn't help but watch him when he cleaned near them. They watched his short skirt wiggling back and forth as he dusted off a shelf and smiled at each other. Brad finished for the moment. He didn't have to worry about preparing dinner for a couple hours so he grabbed his laptop and sat in the living room. He remembered one of the girls telling him about a website with stories on it. After a few search attempts he found Fictionmania. He spent the next couple minutes reading stories, refining his searches to find the things he really liked, though he read a bit of everything. Some of the stories were getting him really excited while others made him uncomfortable. He was so deep into it that the girls had to remind him it was getting close to time for dinner. He jumped up and went to the kitchen trying to process all the things he had been reading and putting together ideas for things he might like to write about. An hour later he had dinner on the table and all three sat down to eat. "So, how's your first day going?" Wendy prodded. "I think it is going well," Brad answered. "Does everything look ok? Dinner good?" "Great on both counts," Cassie replied. "Good," Brad went on, "because I am a bit concerned that there won't be enough work to keep me busy all week. Monday I am going to really scrub everything down and get it real clean. After that maintenance will be easy. I might have a load or two of laundry a day but beyond that I might not have a lot to do. I don't want you to think you aren't getting your money's worth." "There will be extra things on occasion that we'll need you to do," Cassie told him. "And we knew there wouldn't be a lot to do, but it is a lot to us to not have to do it. Don't worry, we are getting our money's worth." "Tonight you can sleep in my bed," Wendy told him. "I'm spending tonight with Cassie and we want to talk about some things so you get a rest. Save up because we are really getting turned on watching you. I can't wait to see you in your other outfits." Brad was both disappointed and grateful that he would be sleeping alone tonight. The girls could definitely wear him out and that wasn't a bad thing. But getting a bit of rest might be a good idea too. The next morning Wendy poked her head into her room and found Brad sitting on her bed in a white silk nightshirt banging away on the keyboard of his laptop. "Hey, Brad, we are up and ready for breakfast." "Oh, sorry, I didn't know what time you wanted it," he clicked save and closed the lid setting it aside as he jumped from the bed. "It's ok," she smiled as the white panties he had on were barely visible below the hem of the very short nightshirt. "Go ahead and get dressed. Just be ready to start in about 15 minutes." Brad went to the closet and looked to see what he had stashed in this closet. He pulled out a nice dress that looked like it should be worn on a Sunday. It was light and airy and seemed to float as he moved it through the air. He quickly pulled it on and went to the kitchen figuring he would shower after breakfast. "Cassie, you have excellent taste," Wendy commented as Brad passed through. "That dress looks terrific on him. I might have to see if I can find one like it." "Thanks," Cassie smiled. "He has a nice body. I think he'll look good in most anything." Brad fixed them all breakfast and they sat and talked about each other through most of the day. * - * - * Three months had passed and Brad had fallen into a regular routine. The job turned out to be as easy as he thought it would be. The toughest part was sometimes lasting through one sexual event or another. The women couldn't seem to get enough of him or each other. Occasionally Cassie and Wendy would bring home a man or two for the night. When it was just one it was easy for Brad to hide out in the other bedroom, but if both had a guy he would wrap in a blanket and hide on the couch hoping they wouldn't come into the living room. The girls assured him they would keep the guys away from wherever he was hiding out and that they would be gone before breakfast. On this particular day he was in a short red dress dusting the living room. Cassie was out somewhere and Wendy was reading. "What panties are you wearing today?" she suddenly asked. At first that question bothered him and he thought they were trying to embarrass him, but he soon figured out that it got them excited asking to see. Without turning around he reached back and raised the back of his dress exposing his red string bikini panty. The material was so sheer his ass was easily visible to her. "Oh, my," Wendy panted, "show me the front please." Brad put down the duster and turned around. Wendy was already masturbating. He raised the dress slowly until Wendy could see his stiff cock through the panty that was as sheer in the front as it was in the back. "Would you like some help with that?" Brad offered. Wendy nodded. He walked slowly across the room still holding his dress up. She stared at him still rubbing her clit vigorously. Brad got to his knees and took her hand. He sucked of her fingers then pushed her knees further apart and began licking her clit. Wendy leaned back against the couch pushing her hips further down so Brad could get better access. He moved down and fucked her with his tongue for a bit before moving back up to her clit. He slipped a couple fingers inside. "You are getting really good at that," Wendy moaned. "Almost as good as Cassie." "Tell me how I can be better," Brad stopped long enough to ask and went right back to work. "I don't know, maybe she can tell you, Ohh, come up here, I want you to fuck me. That is something Cassie can't do and you do it well." He got off his knees and Wendy watched as he pulled his cock out the side of the panties. He knew she liked him keeping them on while they had sex. He got back down and entered her sliding completely in in one motion. She reached down and grabbed his ass feeling the slickness of the panty that hid nothing. She had her orgasm first followed quickly by his own. They lay together for a few minutes while he regained his strength. She kept running her fingers across his ass. At last he got up and went for a towel. He came back and cleaned her off, it wasn't something they asked him to do, but it was something he started doing and enjoyed the tender act of it after what was usually a rough encounter. He went back to cleaning and Wendy went back to reading though both had more of a smile on their faces. Cassie came home a couple hours later and plopped down on the couch beside Wendy. "Hey Brad," she called him in from the other room. "Come in here for a bit." Brad hurried in. "Yes?" "I was thinking today that it has been three months since you've come to work for us and wanted to know if everything is working ok for you." Brad sat on the chair and looked around for a minute. "Actually, no." Both girls got a stunned look on their faces. "First, I usually don't know where I am sleeping each night and with whom or alone. Then my clothes are scattered all over the place. I don't feel like I really have a space of my own. I think this place is too small for the three of us. I didn't want to say anything because I really like everything else about our situation. "I've been writing and posting stories to that fiction site you told me about. I get some good feedback sometimes and it is helping me to refine my style. It is gratifying to know that some people are reading stuff I write and enjoying it. I don't think I would have time to do this if not for what you two have provided for me." Cassie glanced over at Wendy and she nodded. "You don't know how perfect it is that you said that. Wendy and I were talking about those very things last night. Well, the living arrangements, not the writing. "We agree that it is too crowded here and we hate to give this place up but we think it is time to buy our own place. We are going to start looking this week. We just wanted to know if you wanted to stay around longer." "Absolutely!" Brad gushed. "I'll get my own room?" He sounded like a kid being told he wouldn't have to share his room with a little brother after a move. "Yes, you'll get your own room," Wendy giggled. "I hope that doesn't mean you will stop sleeping with us though." "Oh, no, not at all," Brad shook his head. "I don't care if I don't ever sleep in my bed as long as it is there when I need it to be, like when you decide to bring someone different home. It is scary being on the couch in a nightie with other guys in the place." "Does that bother you?" Cassie asked. "Other guys coming in to have sex." "It did at first because I felt threatened if I were discovered," Brad admitted. "But I have sex with both of you and I have watched you have sex with each other. I just don't want to be included if you bring another guy home." "OK," Wendy laughed. "But you know, sometimes it's fun for a girl to get it at both ends at the same time!" * - * - * A few months later it was moving day. Brad was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He had spent part of the previous week at the new house making sure it was clean and ready for their arrival. He had boxed up all his new clothes and helped Cassie and Wendy pack up their stuff. He went through the apartment when it was empty and made sure nothing was left behind. Once they reached the new house he directed the movers where to place everything. He was exhausted at the end of the day but went through the boxes finding bedding and getting enough set up for the girls so they would be able to relax that night and be able to sleep in their own bed if they chose to. They practically had to drag him out of the house to a restaurant for dinner because he wanted to be sure everything was ready. They got back home and he went to his room. He found his baby-doll nightgown and got ready for bed. He emptied a few boxes putting things away in his dresser and his closet. Then he sat on his bed and got on his computer. But rather than writing he started going to sites to shop for new clothes. Now that he had his own space he could make use of that signing bonus and get more things of his own. At last he shut the computer off and turned off the light. "Brad?" he heard Wendy's voice a few minutes later. "You asleep?" "Not yet," he sat up. "How is the new bed? Comfortable?" she whispered a bit closer. "Yeah, it's great." "Would you mind if I slept with you?" "No, come on in," he pulled the covers back. She snuggled up close to him. "It is just a strange place right now. I know you were looking forward to your own space, but for tonight..." her voice trailed off. "No problem, you can come in any time," he kissed her neck. "I have my space and I don't mind sharing it." She wiggled her butt back into his crotch, the satin panties she wore sliding against the nylon of his nightie. He was already hard as a rock and expected the sex would be starting in a second. He reached around and cupped her breast with his hand, "Brad?" he heard Cassie's voice. "Are you asleep?" "Come on in," Wendy and Brad spoke in unison. Wendy pulled back the covers and Cassie hopped into bed with them. "I guess I wasn't the only one feeling strange," Cassie giggled. Within a couple minutes they were all tangled together and properly christened Brad's new bed. * - * - * Brad had the house squared away within a couple days. Shortly after that he started receiving the packages containing the new clothes he ordered. He now had lots of new skirts, blouses, dresses, shoes, and lingerie. It was great having room to keep all his things. He had always had bare legs before but now he also ordered stockings to wear. Plus a couple other surprises. He wondered how the girls would react. Saturday morning Brad got up early and dressed in some of his new things. He went out to prepare breakfast for the girls. Cassie was the first to emerge and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen just looking at Brad as he moved about the kitchen. "What's the matter?" Wendy asked as she joined her. "Oh." Brad was dressed in a blue pleated skirt that reached his knee, longer than any skirt Cassie had provided. His legs were covered with dark hose and his feet were in a blue shoe with a three inch stiletto heel. But that wasn't the biggest surprise. He had on a sheer white blouse with a lace trimmed camisole under it which covered most of his bra and breasts! He hadn't worn a bra before, and not done anything to create the illusion of breasts. Brad plated the breakfasts and placed them on the dining table. "I hope you don't mind," he spoke to the girls who still hadn't moved. "But I thought this might look better if I put a little extra effort into it. If you don't like the look, I don't have to do it. It would be a shame though because I've bought a lot of nice things." "I don't mind at all," Cassie spoke first. "No, not at all," Wendy added. "What made you decide to do this?" "Well, the stuff I've been reading and writing," Brad tucked his skirt under him as he sat at the table. "I realized I wanted to try and do more. Maybe see if I can reach a point of being able to go out like this when I run errands. I'm going to need one of you to teach me about make-up though, if you don't mind." Both girls smiled and came to sit at the table. "I think that will be quite a bit of fun!" Wendy told him. "Absolutely," Cassie agreed. "Are you wearing pantyhose?" "Oh, no," Brad shook his head. "I know how you both like to get under my skirt so I got stockings and garters." They both grinned. They talked while they downed the breakfast he had prepared going over how far he wanted to go. They discussed hair, eyebrows, make-up styles and additional padding and restraint. Brad cleaned up the kitchen when they were finished and went about taking care of the light cleaning that needed to be done. It didn't take very long this morning and finished before he needed to worry about putting a lunch together. "Would you like to get started on your make-up lessons?" Wendy asked before he could take a seat. "Sure!" Brad grinned. "Follow me," Wendy jumped up off the couch and led him to her bedroom. She had him take a seat in front of her mirror and started pulling things from drawers and laying them out. She named everything and explained their use to familiarize him with it all. Then she went to work on his eyebrows thinning them out a bit. She also suggested that he might want to get his hair styled at a salon. Wendy also explained the difference in office make-up and going out clubbing make-up. They decided to start with the office make-up first as it would be likely that style he would use to run his errands. While she ran through applying the make-up Cassie came in and plopped down on the bed to watch. Even though he saw these women in every state of undress he still found it distracting when they sat in such a way that he could see up their skirt. He believed they did it on purpose, especially now since she sat right where he could see her reflection in the mirror and the black lace panty was very visible. Cassie gave him a wicked grin further assuring him she was doing it on purpose. "Cassie," Wendy chided her, "please stop trying to distract Brad while I'm trying to teach him this stuff." "What do you mean?" Cassie pouted "You know you would be less of a distraction if you were naked. What you are showing now is a tease." Cassie snickered and turned so she was no longer visible to Brad in the mirror. Wendy went back to work and when she finished they all admired her handiwork. Brad was very impressed. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. He opened his eyes and let his reflection wash over him. He still felt he could see himself easily but the subtle differences, along with the blouse and boobs had him seeing a female at the mirror instead of the guy in the dress that he had been over the last several months. "Very nice job, Wendy" Cassie complimented her. "He is definitely passable." "Thank," Wendy smiled at Brad through the mirror. "You look wonderful, but I don't think we can keep calling you Brad if you are going to go this far." Wendy went and sat on the bed. Cassie absent-mindedly reached over and started caressing Wendy's breast. Brad turned to face them thinking about a name. "Brandy?" he asked. "Well, it does give us a chance to correct ourselves if we start calling you the wrong name," Wendy leaned back allowing Cassie to get her hand inside the front of her dress. "So, when do you want to make your first public appearance?" Cassie asked. "Maybe tomorrow," Brandy answered. "I'd like to spend today getting used to everything." "OK," Wendy nodded. "Do you have something to do tomorrow or are you just planning on going for a walk or something." "I don't know," Brandy shrugged. "Maybe go to the grocery. I'm sure there is something I could pick up." "Why not the mall?" Cassie suggested. "That's a lot of people," Brandy cringed. "What if we went with you?" Wendy added. "I can always find something to shop for at the mall." "I think I could do that if you were with me," Brandy sat up clearly excited by the idea. "Sorry," Cassie moved her hand from Wendy's breast to up under the dress. "I already have plans for tomorrow." "OK, well I can still go if you don't mind it just being the two of us." "Thank you," Brandy glowed. "I think it will be great." "Good," Wendy lay back on the bed. "Now I think you should sit this one out, I don't want you messing up my work on your face." Cassie pulled the dress up and slid over between Wendy's legs. Brandy smiled and left the room. Brandy spent the rest of the day wandering about looking for something to do getting used to the shoes, and the change in the weight on his chest with his new falsies. He also kept looking at his reflection in any shiny surface unable to believe he was seeing himself. After a while Cassie and Wendy returned to the living room and they talked or read or whatever until dinner. After dinner Wendy took Brandy back to show him the proper way to remove the make-up and clean his skin. * - * - * Brad got up the next morning and began his transformation into Brandy. Knowing he would be with Wendy walking the mall for a little while he decided on a short dress because she would be dressed that way. He didn't feel that stockings would be good for mall walking so just made sure his legs were shaved smooth so he could go bare. He attached his false breasts and put on the bra and panties. Once he pulled on the dress and got his shoes on he went to make breakfast. "Wendy, do you mind if I borrow your make-up and try and do it myself today?" "Not at all. Call me when you are ready for me to take a look." Brandy went to the bedroom and nervously sat before the mirror. He took a deep breath and tried to duplicate the previous day's fine work. "Wendy, you can come take a look," he called to her. "Let's see how you did," Wendy entered the room. "Not too bad, a little heavy here but we can fix that. And your eyes aren't quite even, we can fix that too. But you did great for a first day." She repaired the mistakes and showed him exactly what he should have done. Once she finished she had him sit and watch her do her own make- up. They rode together down to the mall which was an open air construct with a small park in the middle. Brandy was excited and nervous. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked about to see if anyone was staring at him. "Don't worry," Wendy seemed to read his mind. "If anyone is looking it's because they see a couple attractive women out for a day. Look around, a lot of the girls are in jeans, slacks or shorts. We will get attention because we are dressed like women who wish to be seen." They left the car and strolled along the walkway. Brandy frequently looked at their reflections as much as the things inside the windows. Wendy guided them along stopping to have Brandy purchase make-up at one place, a couple purses at another. She also had him get his ears pierced and buy some jewelry. Once they had addressed what Wendy referred to as his new necessities they started wandering from store to store looking for anything that caught their fancy. It didn't take Brandy long to become comfortable being out and mingling with the crowd. It was his idea as something he wanted to do. Much like any scary enterprise he had to get past that first "what did I get myself into" feeling before allowing himself to just enjoy it. They would go in and try on dresses together critiquing selections each made and praise the ones that worked. They stopped for lunch at a Mexican food place drank margueritas and watched the people walking by outside. After lunch Wendy dragged Brandy into a formal dress store. They tried on several fancy dresses and mugged in front of the mirrors as though they were at a formal ball. They dressed in their own clothes and broke out laughing as they reached the sidewalk once again. Soon they were ready to head back home. They had been out for five hours and Brandy was shocked that the time had passed so quickly. They got back to the car and drove home. Once there it took several trips to carry all the bags into the house and then sort them into Wendy's room and Brandy's. Brandy did see that the lion's share of the packages went to his room. He stared at the pile on his bed for several moments then went to Wendy's room. "Thank you," he told her as she came from her closet. "Do you need help putting stuff up?" "No, I'm fine," Wendy smiled at him. "And thank you for what?" "For going with me today," he approached her. "You made it a wonderful day." "I should be thanking you," she closed the distance and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It has been a long time since I've just gone out and had a girl's day. Cassie is usually too busy, or I am. It is nice to have a girlfriend that can go with me." Brandy leaned and kissed her. It was a different kiss, a gentle one. It was filled with true affection rather than as a prelude to animalistic sex. To his surprise she returned it in the same manner. They stood there kissing for several minutes until at last Brandy broke the kiss. "I want to make love to you," he whispered. "I'd like that," Wendy nuzzled his neck. He slowly pulled her dress off her. He kissed her gently all over her body as he stripped her naked. Then she returned the favor taking her time savoring the moments. When he started to lead her to the bed she stopped him pulling away for a moment. He watched as she went and closed her bedroom door, a signal to others in the house that the occupant was not to be disturbed unless they called for someone. They crawled into bed and spent the next hour pleasuring each other. Wendy teased him playing with the false breasts still adhered to his chest. They laughed and made love and the sun set while they lay in each other's arms. Brandy climbed out of bed and put on his panties and dress to go back to the kitchen and make them both a snack. They had decided it was too late for dinner but hungry enough for something. While he was gathering the various munchies Cassie came through the door. He was glad she was alone, though that is why he had put his dress back on just in case. "How was your shopping excursion?" she asked. "We had a terrific time. Would you like something to eat? I'm just putting Wendy and I something together." "No, I ate dinner already. I'm pretty tired. I'll get the details from you two at breakfast." She went into her bedroom. Brandy gathered the food and returned to Wendy. She was sitting up in the bed a sheet pulled around her waist. "Cassie's home," he handed her some things and she arranged them on the bed in front of her. "Said she was tired and went straight to bed." "Good," she held the rest as Brandy stripped off his clothes and climbed back into bed. "Tonight I want you just to myself." They ate and recapped the day's adventure and she pressed him to describe how he felt walking around in his dress and heels all day, and trying on the formal dresses, and every aspect of the day. He told her everything, of how he was scared and excited and how it felt to have the breeze swirling around his legs and up under the dress. How different he felt being outside rather than just being around the house. They talked deeper into the night before falling asleep once again wrapped in each other's arms. * - * - * The next morning Brandy, as he had started thinking of himself only by that name now, slipped out of bed trying not to wake Wendy. He gathered up the clothes discarded from the night before and crept back to his room. He showered and put on clean underwear and dress then went to the kitchen to get breakfast started. He stood at the stove barely paying attention to the eggs he was cooking thinking about the day and night before. He felt like something had changed between he and Wendy but worried that maybe it was only in his mind. Cassie emerged first, "So, want to tell me about yesterday or are we going to wait for Wendy?" "No need to wait," Wendy entered the room. "I'm here." Both women took seats at the table and Brandy served up the morning meal and took a seat for himself. He started off the conversation describing how he felt, though he felt differently discussing it now with Cassie. He listened as Wendy talked about where they had gone and what they had done and wondered if her enthusiasm also seemed a bit muted or if it was just him imagining it. "Well, it sounds like you two had a really great time, I'm sorry I couldn't be there," Cassie shrugged. "Perhaps we could all hit a club this weekend?" "That is a huge step for Brandy," Wendy interjected. "Yeah, I mean that is a lot of people in close. And not to sound conceited but there will probably be guys hitting on me. I don't know if I am ready to handle that." "Oh don't worry about that," Cassie pressed. "We'll be there to help you fend off the guys. That is unless you want to try that too." "No," Brandy shook his head. "I mean, I've thought about it at times, wondered what it would be like. But then the idea of actually touching another guy just sort of gives me the creeps. Besides, I'm pretty sure a guy would be pretty upset thinking he was going home with a girl and finding out it wasn't" "That is true," Cassie conceded. "Well, we can still go out together. Wendy and I can protect you while we hunt." Brandy looked back at Wendy who just seemed to be focusing on her breakfast. Brandy went about cleaning up the kitchen and the girls went to shower and dress. "Brandy," Wendy called from her room, "could you come in here for a moment?" He found her toweling off outside the shower. "Can we talk for a minute?" "Of course," he sat on the edge of the tub. "Yesterday I had so much fun, and last night," she hesitated, "it was so different, so wonderful. I realized something, that I really care about you in way that I didn't think would happen." She wrapped the towel around her and walked to the sink to continue her morning routine. "You don't have to say anything," she went on. "I just thought I ought to tell you. I thought maybe you might feel the same based on how you talked this morning. But if I'm wrong, don't worry about it." Brandy sat for a moment watching Wendy in the mirror. Finally he took a breath and started. "No, you aren't wrong. I felt it last night and then this morning talking about our day yesterday I felt like I was sharing something with Cassie that should have been just ours. I'm glad you told me because I wouldn't have been able to bring it up." Wendy turned and came to him. She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Let's not say anything yet," she suggested. "Let's get through the week and our outing to the club and see if we are still feeling the same." "Ok," Brandy nodded. "What about Cassie? I mean if she wants to crawl into my bed?" "Do you think I am going to stop having sex with her or expect you to stop?" Wendy laughed. "We aren't talking about an old girlfriend that I might worry about you sneaking out on me with. Half the time I watch you fuck her or eat her. I don't see that has to change. Do you?" "Well, it isn't exactly the type of relationship that I ever saw me being in. Then again, I never thought I would be working as a maid for two women where I was dressing in the same style of clothing as they wear every day. Life is strange." "That it is. I say we talk again Sunday after breakfast and if we agree we will tell Cassie about things then," Wendy got up and went back to the sink. Brandy got up and came up behind her. He gave her a kiss on the neck, "That sounds good." He left the bathroom and went to take care of his cleaning duties. * - * - * Saturday rolled around and Brandy dressed to the nines for the evening. He had a sparkly black short dress with a full skirt. Under it he wore a garter and stockings to make him feel real sexy, along with some extra sexy panties and bra. He was doing it for Wendy, though he was prepared if she chose to find a guy at the bar. He went to her room so she could help him work on his make-up for a club night. They walked into the bar together and got a lot of up and down looks from the guys. Some of the women moved closer to the men they were with while others gave them the look women have when they are judging the competition. Cassie led them to the bar and ordered drinks. It was too loud to carry on much conversation and after sitting there for a couple minutes she again took charge and dragged the others to the dance floor. Brandy had never been much of a dancer and tried to resist but Cassie would have none of it. Once on the floor she blocked Brandy's retreat and Wendy started helping her. Brandy finally resigned himself and started trying to move to the music. Oddly he found he liked dancing now. The feeling of the dress swirling around his legs, the smaller steps he had to take because of the heels he wore. He really started enjoying himself. A good looking guy stepped up and started dancing with them looking to see if anyone would accept his advance. Cassie laughed and turned to dance with him leaving Wendy and Brandy dancing together. Eventually two other guys approached and Brandy started to panic. Wendy leaned close to Brandy's ear, "Don't worry, it is just dancing. If he tries to get too close just give him a little push back. If he doesn't take the hint, walk off the floor." Brandy nodded and they turned and danced. After a while Brandy decided to take a seat for a while. He waved to the guy that had been dancing with him that he was done for a while and turned and left the floor. When he got back to his drink he turned and saw the guy had followed him. The guy ordered a drink for himself and indicated he wanted to buy one for Brandy. The bartender delivered the drinks and went to a different section of the bar. The guy slid the drink closer to Brandy and shouted, "Hi, my name is Dave." "Thanks," Brandy tried to shout back while trying to keep his voice modulated. "but I'm not interested. I'm out with my girlfriends just trying to enjoy ourselves." Dave leaned closer to Brandy putting his hand on Brandy's thigh sliding his dress up a bit. "They are having a good time, we could too. Let's go over to that side of the bar," he indicated with his other hand a different section of the bar, "the music isn't as loud over there. We can talk." Brandy placed her hand in the middle of Dave's chest and pushed him away. Dave stepped back a little but wouldn't go any further. "No, go away." "Aw, come on," Dave tried to give Brandy a smile. "I think we